Penny Dreadful: City of Angels

There will come a time when the world is ready for me,

when nation will battle nation,

when race will devour race,

when brother will kill brother...

until not a soul is left.

Are you ready?

And on that day, a leader will arise,

and set all the kingdoms to war

and all the races one against the other.

A day when the dark powers are coming into alignment

and the world is ready to burn.

And all it will take is one final...

spark.

Any other music?

I like this one.

You always like the sad ones.

- That boy... - Ay!

You leave him be.

But why trouble yourself with him, hmm?

With any of them?

What are they but frightened animals in the mud

scratching for more mud,

fully unworthy of your devotion and care?

I'll prove it to you. Just wait.

How will you do that?

By letting them be who they are.

By making all their dreams come true.

By whispering to them.

All mankind needs to be the monster he truly is

is being told he can.

Will you try to stop me?

I have no heart for the living.

For anything.

Now open your arms, sister.

I'll give you many souls today.

Papa!

Papa! No! No!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Mama, you shouldn't have.

Stop. You'll like my cake.

- Eh! - Eh!

Let Tiago. This isn't your night.

Tiago, cut the cake. I'm starving.

Because you never eat.

He eats all the time. He's a pig.

- Then why am I so goddamn hungry? - Muchacho, language.

- Ready? - Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Bravo!

Tiago, show us already. I'm dying.

- It's just a piece of cheap tin. - Stop it.

What? You can get them at Walsh for a nickel, right?

Show us.

I'm so proud of you.

Mama.

It's yours as much as mine.

Hmm.

Thank you, Mama.

You don't know how proud I am...

this night, for our family.

Hey, the boy in blue.

That it?

Come on.

Detective Santiago Vega.

I guess congratulations.

I guess thanks for coming.

Hell, you'll be a gringo before you know it.

Raul, be proud for your brother.

I'm not gonna pretend to be proud of my...

You want him in the cannery...

or working the fields?

Your brother made a life.

Respect that.

Okay.

Sorry, Tiago. Okay?

It's been a long day.

Mm.

Let's have a drink, huh?

Yeah? Huh?

Everyone, I wanna make a toast.

Get a glass.

So, everyone, lift your glass to, sorry, Mama,

Detective Tiago fucking Vega.

Detective Tiago fucking Vega!

You're nervous about starting work.

You know, I got a good partner.

Hmm.

It's hard there, hmm?

I'm used to it.

But a Chicano patrolman is one thing.

And a detective, no one very much likes it.

Hey. You earned your badge.

That's not how they see it.

You are the first Chicano detective in the Los Angeles Police Department.

You wear that badge proudly, and you help the next man up.

He helps the next one.

That's what we do, eh?

Monday, huh?

Monday morning, those machines start up?

How they look at me.

Like they got, uh, teeth.

Can't stop progress, I guess.

Raul sure tried.

They got an injunction now.

He's going to the city council tomorrow.

Might as well plow the ocean.

Maybe.

You know, this night, your badge.

Tu papá would be proud.

I mean it, Tiago.

He sees you tonight.

I gotta get my bus.

Yeah?

- Yes? - Rise and shine.

We got some butchery down the river.

I'll be there in 15 minutes, give or take.

What, today?

Yeah, today.

I don't understand it either.

I don't start until Monday.

Guess what, slick.

You start in 15 minutes.

Why us?

Like I know?

But Vanderhoff called me himself.

Not the watch commander?

Vanderhoff himself.

Jesus.

Fuck, right.

Detective Michener.

So, what gets us up so goddamn early?

And on our day off, no less.

Better just see.

Let's see him.

Steady, partner. Take a breath.

Well...

I guess I should say,

"Welcome to Homicide, Detective Vega."

Chest wounds look like a knife or an axe maybe?

Fucking faces, that's makeup.

This some Hollywood Max Factor bullshit?

Sir, there's one thing more.

"Te llevas nuestro corazon tomamos el tuyo."

"You take our heart, we take yours."

Well, I guess we know why they called us.

This is some spic thing.

They took the hearts.

Pal, our day off is officially fucked.

As wild and lawless a town

as was ever found in the old west. Sergeant...

If we join the club, we get a badge.

The Green Hornet gave us a ring.

Why do you want a badge?

- Dad, everyone wants a badge. - Mm.

I don't understand all the snow.

How can there be a blizzard every episode?

- Morning, Maria. - Sir.

There's a blizzard because it's the Yukon.

Are we having huevos rancheros?

Sí, Tom.

Muchas gracias, señora vega.

What do you know about blizzards?

- You've never even seen snow. - Neither have you.

Can we go see snow in the Yukon?

We should go to the Yukon!

Ma'am.

Did you bring the laundry?

Yes, ma'am.

What is that noise?

Sergeant Preston of the Yukon.

- We're going there. - We are not.

- Yes, we are. - Boys, please.

Peter, you're going to be late. You know how traffic is on Fridays.

Wait till they open the new road.

Then I'll just fly.

You have to drive really fast on it.

It's going to have three lanes and bridges and tunnels.

Behave yourselves, boys, hmm? Don't play the wireless too loud.

Radio.

Radio.

Have a good day, my dear.

Be smart in school, Trevor. I love you.

Love you, too.

And you, young Tom, we'll find the Yukon on the map

and then we'll look at it together.

Hmm? How about that?

I love you.

Bye, Dad.

Maria, a word.

Mrs. Craft needs to rest today, yeah.

And, um...

she should not perhaps take any alcohol.

You might let me know.

Yes, sir.

How are your children?

Good, sir.

Any sicknesses, you come to me, hmm?

Thank you, sir.